Holding the faith which unto her is given—

Pass through this world, which claims her for a while,

Nor cast about her longing look nor smile.

Mrs. Neal.

Thy best type, Desire

Of the sad heart,—the Heaven-ascending spire!

Sir E. B. Lytton.

To Thee the churches here rejoice,

The solemn organs aid the voice;

To sacred roofs the sound we raise,